Lord Byron
Solitude
To sit on rocks, to muse o’er flood and fell, To slowly trace the forest’s shady scene, Where things that own not man’s dominion dwell, And mortal foot hath ne’er or rarely been; To
There Be None of Beauty's Daughters
There be none of Beauty’s daughters With a magic like Thee; And like music on the waters Is thy sweet voice to me: When, as if its sound were causing The charmйd ocean’s pausing,
The Siege and Conquest of Alhama
The Moorish King rides up and down, Through Granada’s royal town; From Elvira’s gate to those Of Bivarambla on he goes. Woe is me, Alhama! Letters to the monarch tell How Alhama’s city fell:
Lara
LARA. [1] CANTO THE FIRST. I. The Serfs are glad through Lara’s wide domain, [2] And slavery half forgets her feudal chain; He, their unhoped, but unforgotten lord – The long self-exiled chieftain is
It Is the Hour
It is the hour when from the boughs The nightingale’s high note is heard; It is the hour when lover’s vows Seem sweet in every whisper’d word; And gentle winds and waters near, Make
To Romance
Parent of golden dreams, Romance! Auspicious Queen of childish joys, Who lead’st along, in airy dance, Thy votive train of girls and boys; At length, in spells no longer bound, I break the fetters
The Bride of Abydos
“Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne’er been broken-hearted.” – Burns TO THE RIGHT HONOURABLE LORD HOLLAND, THIS TALE IS INSCRIBED,
To M. S. G
Whene’er I view those lips of thine, Their hue invites my fervent kiss; Yet, I forego that bliss divine, Alas! it were – unhallow’d bliss. Whene’er I dream of that pure breast, How could
The Tear
When Friendship or Love Our sympathies move; When Truth, in a glance, should appear, The lips may beguile, With a dimple or smile, But the test of affection’s a Tear: Too oft is a
Thou Whose Spell Can Raise the Dead
Thou whose spell can raise the dead, Bid the prophet’s form appear. “Samuel, raise thy buried head! “King, behold the phantom seer!” Earth yawn’d; he stood the centre of a cloud: Light changed its
The Dream
I Our life is twofold; Sleep hath its own world, A boundary between the things misnamed Death and existence: Sleep hath its own world, And a wide realm of wild reality, And dreams in
Reply to Some Verses of J. M. B. Pigot, Esq
Why, Pigot, complain of this damsel’s disdain, Why thus in despair do you fret? For months you may try, yet, believe me, a sigh Will never obtain a coquette. Would you teach her to
Adieu, Adieu! My Native Land
Adieu, adieu! my native shore Fades o’ver the waters blue; The night-winds sigh, the breakers roar, And shrieks the wild sea-mew. Yon sun that sets upon the sea We follow in his flight; Farewell
Mazeppa
‘Twas after dread Pultowa’s day, When fortune left the royal Swede – Around a slaughtered army lay, No more to combat and to bleed. The power and glory of the war, Faithless as their
When We Two Parted
When we two parted In silence and tears, Half broken-hearted, To sever for years, Pale grew thy cheek and cold, Colder thy kiss; Truly that hour foretold Sorrow to this. The dew of the